December, 1988

by Wolfling

(Rated G)

 

"Can not!"

"Can too!"

"Can not!"

"Can too!"

"All right, then," Willow said, crossing her arms, pigtails flying as she tossed her head and gave Xander her most challenging look. "Prove it."

"Here?" Xander glanced around the playground; none of the other kids seemed to be paying them any attention, but the second he started doing something stupid they would. It always worked that way.

Willow wasn't budging from her challenging I-don't-believe-you-prove-it posture. "If you can do it, you can do it here."

"But Will-"

Willow didn't say anything, just continued to stare at him with big Willow-eyes.

Oh god, the eyes. Whenever she pulled them out, no matter the argument Xander could feel himself beginning to cave. "No fair," he complained.

The briefest pleased smile passed over Willow's face before the Eyes were back. "Show me?" she asked, then added the final blow. "Please?"

Xander knew when he was beaten. "Okay," he said, then fixed her with a look of his own. "But I'm hiding behind you if Larry tries to beat me up."

Her smile was like the sun coming out from behind the clouds. "I'll just tell him if he touches you, he'll get cooties."

"Yeah, because that is going to help my rep." Xander sighed; he should've known it was going to come to this as soon as the subject had come up.

But there was no getting out of it now; Willow was watching him expectantly and he'd never been able to say no to her.

With another sigh, Xander gave in, closed his eyes and did the Snoopy dance for Willow in the middle of the schoolyard.

 

End

 


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